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Portrait of Mary Mapes Dodge Mary Mapes Dodge Hans Brinker, or The Silver Skates…

Saint Nicholas, welcome!
Bring no rod for us tonight! While our voices bid thee welcome,
Every heart with joy is light! Tell us every fault and failing, We will bear thy keenest railing, So we sing--so we sing-- Thou shalt tell us everything! Welcome, friend! Saint Nicholas, welcome!
Welcome to this merry band! Happy children greet thee, welcome!
Thou art glad'ning all the land! Fill each empty hand and basket, 'Tis thy little ones who ask it, So we sing--so we sing-- Thou wilt bring us everything!
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Portrait of Mary Mapes Dodge Mary Mapes Dodge Hans Brinker, or The Silver Skates…

Hilda was as joyous as any. Why not? Saint Nicholas would never cross a girl of fourteen from his list, just because she was tall and looked almost like a woman. On the contrary, he would probably exert himself to do honor to such an august-looking damsel. Who could tell? So she sported and laughed and danced as gaily as the youngest and was the soul of all their merry games. Her father, mother, and grandmother looked on approvingly; so did her grandfather, before he spread his large red handkerchief over his face, leaving only the top of his skullcap visible.
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Portrait of Mary Mapes Dodge Mary Mapes Dodge Hans Brinker, or The Silver Skates…

Early the next morning the door was solemnly unlocked and opened in the presence of the assembled household, when lo! a sight appeared, proving Saint Nicholas to be a saint of his word!
Every shoe was filled to overflowing, and beside each stood many a colored pile. The table was heavy with its load of presents--candies, toys, trinkets, books, and other articles. Everyone had gifts, from the grandfather down to the baby.
Little Katy clapped her hands with glee and vowed inwardly that the cat should never know another moment's grief.
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